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Monday, February 22, 2010

Waiting For the Storm

The evening before the big stormDarkness hugs meThe rumble of a jetliner over headThe swushing of the traffic on the highwayIn the distanceNo breeze,Just still darknessWinter bare treesJutting up out of the snowLike broccoli stuck in mashed potatoesOn a child’s plateSeen in relief against theSlate and salmon skyBack lit by distant streetlightsSteam rises from the teacupI am holding in my handWaiting for the snow.